![]() One of my favorite things about returning to Italy every summer is being able to step off the plane, walk up to the first cafe counter I can find and order a cappuccino and a pastry (or a sandwich...or all three ;) in Italian. Sometimes I get over excited about being back and end up slurring my words together but either way I end up with a cappuccino in hand. It sometimes takes them by surprise that a little curly blonde can order in Italian. But it wasn't always this way...
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AuthorWritten by Chelsea Ward, the host and founder of Wanderful Retreats Archives
August 2020
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